Someplace beautiful

I want to live someplace beautiful. A wide-windowed bedroom with white, wispy curtains, that open to fields of lavendar. I want the sweet smells to sift in through the breeze and perfume my linens or wrap their fingers in my hair.

I want mountains. Lots of mountains.

Thick and lustrous greens spreading from their arms and legs, welcoming me home; Their peaks a graying white: wise, gentle and even more beautiful with age. And pools of soothing reflection that rest between their knees.

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